It was
my school culturals. Selections were made by teachers for various roles. I was
expecting to get a pivotal role as I scored had scored well in tests. (:P)
Teachers used to visit every class and pick students for various characters. I
was longing for the crew of teachers to visit my class. I saw them in the corridor,
my eyes brightened. I wished them loudly so that I will be noted. One among the
teacher asked for a pen. I rushed to her and gave the same. She smiled at me and
said thank you. I felt elated and was very sure of being chosen for a prominent
role. They kept looking all around and chose students for various roles. But I
was not chosen. I was badly disappointed. Before the teachers left the classroom,
they read the names of the students and the characters they will portray. I
paid no attention. But at last I heard my name, but no character was mapped. I
asked the teacher the character name. She told she will let me know later.
Curiosity was at its best. I didn’t listen to all other sessions of the day. Just
kept thinking about the role I would get. Finally, after a week, rehearsals started.
Teacher told me I was the narrator for the play. I was totally shattered. But
still I had to accept. I practiced with no interest. I reached the culturals day.
All my friends were dressed so well. I was wearing the boring uniform. The day
ended and I made my narration. At home, my grandfather praised me for narrating.
I yelled at him and told how my fiends got better opportunities. Grandpa placed
his hand on my head and said “Did you think of your friends, who didn’t get a chance
to be part of the event? Did you realize your presence from start to end while
all others were just allotted few minutes?” Something stuck me at that moment. Grandpa
went on “Learn to count your elations and
not misery. Life will be beautiful”.
I see people drowning themselves with their sad
tunes. You think you miss your family? There are people without homes. Missing Mom’s
food? People starve for a meal. Hate your work place? Youths are battling for
jobs. It’s not that you alone have a sad song. Everyone has. Few of us hum the tune;
some of us sing the song; and most of us scream the lyrics. Whenever you have a
downfall or you’re at a low key, think of people below you with lesser
comforts. At the same time, at your joyous and thriving moments, think of
people ahead, who have achieved betterments than you to be inspired. Only then life
will experience bliss and balance. Because, the only palms which wipe your
tears will be yours. J After all “It’s counting elations and not misery
to make life beautiful.”
